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post #31 of 34 Old 08-16-2012, 02:24 PM
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I love this thread (though it hurts my heart to hear sad stories).

My dad worked way too hard. He didn't have a lot when he was young and when he came to this country he overcame a lot, so he wanted his family to have everything. Sadly, it caused his divorce with my mom when I was 17. But I think he realizes that now (I'm 36 BTW). So he missed out on a lot.

That said, he is loud and hilarious. He loved embarrassing me when he would drop me off at school and then as I walked into the building he would honk the horn and yell out the window, "That's my daughter! I love you!!!!" I thought it was horrible but looking back, I loved it. He would wake me up at 2 am on a school night to go out and get churros at a local cafe. He always hosed down the car int he morning, though I don't know why. He is always on time if not 15 minutes early and he is meticulous with his clothes and hygiene.

I love seeing him with my kids now when he visits or when he lived close by for a few years. He would sit my son in the grocery cart and run down the aisles spinning or when we would walk through the mall my son and him would randomly stop and pose like a mannaquine.

He taught me to be silly which I think is the best thing to be. Of course now I have to follow in his footsteps and embarrass my daughter, which I am an expert at. I was taught well. :)
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post #32 of 34 Old 08-16-2012, 02:52 PM
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I'm incredibly jealous of everybody with a good relationship with their dads.

My dad wasn't around much growing up, he worked driving longhaul around Canada and the states. We fought like cats and dogs when I was a teen and I once heard him on the phone (he hadn't hung up properly) with my brother searching my room for drugs (which I had never touched). This was a major dent in our relationship.

A few years back he went through a tough time, so I paid for his flights to Ireland and put him up for 3 months. He proceeded to return to Canada and complain about myself and my husband.. as far as to complain that we hadn't paid more to get him a more direct flight home. No thank you for paying for the flights.

I have a lot of bitterness towards him... for numerous reasons.. my main reason being that when my Mother passed, she was cremated and he called me on a Tuesday to tell me the funeral was on a Thursday. There was no reasoning with him and I hadn't a hope of finding flights from Dublin to Saskatoon in that space of time. Furthermore, my brother and him spent my mother's entire life insurance money between themselves. Don't get me wrong... it's not about the money... it's the fact that I then went 6 years without getting home as I couldnt afford it.

The last I heard from my dad was about 2 years ago. I haven't heard from him since my son was born, and he hasn't as much as acknowledged the fact on my husband's facebook. It's a harsh kick in the backside when a grandparent doesn't show interest in their own grandchildren.... but such is life, I can only do the best with what I've been dealt. Makes me miss my Mom more and more though.

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post #33 of 34 Old 08-18-2012, 06:06 PM
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How can I describe my (late) father?

He was a hard worker, a brave man, and a bully!

He ruled the town with a rod of iron. Lads who were causing trouble were far more afraid of him than of the police.
He worked on the beach in the summer as a longshoreman and life saver. He was the only person who would swim in to pull someone in trouble from the water.
Anyone disrupting the peace of others on the beach were taken into the sea and held under the water, brought up for a breath of air and then ducked again.

His nickname was Snakey and he was on his fourth generation of training youngsters to respect their elders. He would ask young children in the area if they had ben good or bad - if they had been good they got a sweet (candy) if they had been naughty they were told "I'll put you in my sack and take you down to the end of the pier to feed the fishes." Yet, when he went for his walks, never on regular footpaths, he was like the Pied Piper with loads of children going with him. They had a fear of him but loved him too.

Dad loved children, in fact he loved people and was always doing all he could to help others.

I well recall following him as he walked up a busy street in the town, he was reading his newspaper and looked like he was not paying attention.
There was a group of six or seven teenage lads coming towards him, they were fooling around but not getting in anyone's way. Dad stepped into a shop doorway and as they went past he thumped them - the lads were rolling on the ground if he got them in the leg or rubbing their arms. Dad continued up the road reading whilst the lads called out, "Snakey, one of these days you will be in a bath chair and we'll take you to the top of the Cascade (a very steep hill to the beach) and let you go with no brakes!'
Tourists looked in amazement thinking that it was the youngster that mugged the elderly (dad was in his 70's at the time) not the other way round.

Having said all that, someone presented a challenge cup for the person who did the most for others in the town. Nominations came from the residents and then it was the same for the voting. Dad won it for four years running.

In his nineties he was shopping for several elderly people who could not get to the shops.
Dad died 2 years ago. It was thought he had a stroke but he had a brain tumour. Even in hospital he was trying to get things for others and his humour was still strong.
His funeral was packed out. Some of the now married lads, had travelled from across the world to attend (two came from Hong Kong and India) as the hearse travelled through the town shoppers and shop keepers lined the pavement to show their respect. A thing not done nowadays.

Dad had been a Pall Bearer (carried coffins at funerals) for many years and one thing he always thought was a waste were wreaths. We told people no flowers so there was only one wreath from the family. The only florists in the town knew his thoughts on wreaths and I had remarked, when we were ordering that he would rather have vegetables. When the coffin came down the aisle the wreath of white lilies had carrots, cauliflowers and other veg woven into it. Dad would have loved it.

I miss him and his ways and I know I am not the only one.
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post #34 of 34 Old 08-19-2012, 04:31 PM
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My parents lived in a small town (Mum still does)
I sleep the sleep of the dead and nothing usually wakes me but one night could hear terrible screaming. I went from my room, at the back of the house, to look out of the spare bedroom at the front.
Something was going on in the next street. Kath, the woman who lived in one of the houses, with her two young children, was in the street with two friends and a man was yelling and screaming and threatening all three.
My parents, in the room below, were up looking. Dad said he ought to go see what was going on when a cop car arrived. Single cop who walked towards the man only to have him turn and kick out at him. The cop jumped back but the kick caught his hand and ripped the finger nails off.
Another cop car arrived. By this time Dad had pulled his overalls on top of his pyjamas and was going across to help.
A second cop was kicked and down. The fracas was getting worse and the two children were hanging out of the bedroom window screaming.
I pulled on some clothes and put a lead on my GSD and followed dad across the road.
Dad had asked the cops if they needed help but they said they were waiting for re-inforcements. Dad moved away from the cops and the man screamed at him - Dad just said that he couldn't sleep because of the noise and thought he would come see some action and leaned against the house wall.
The man continued to threaten Kath and her friends, I stood with the dog watching. Dad gave me the nod and I encouraged the dog to go for the man. The dog thought this was great and was up on his back legs screaming to be let loose. The man pulled a flick knife and threatened me - as soon as he turned towards me, Dad moved in from behind, he punched the man with a knuckle raised, in the neck. Immediately the guy's legs buckled and before he hit the ground Dad had him in a head lock.
The cops came and handcuffed him and that was it. One asked Dad if he had hit the trouble maker - Dad said "If he has a bruise anywhere, come find me!"

They never did!
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